Issue 194 - February 2005

SLUG is on the cusp. The big One-Six. Old enough to date. Uh, group-date, that is. Old enough to get into clubs with a fake I.D. and a whole lotta makeup (SLUG is a “she,” after all). Old enough to drive. And old enough to drive men insane. Old enough to drink beer in Germany. … read more

For February, we at SLUG express our deep love for synthesizers at Localized. This love can be witnessed the second Friday of February at the Urban Lounge, a private club. LATE NIGHT SLEEP TV Paul Burke: Vocals, keyboard, drum sequencer Bryce Okubo: Vocals, keyboard Tuesday evening they have pitcher specials for students at the Desert … read more

For February, we at SLUG express our deep love for synthesizers at Localized. This love can be witnessed the second Friday of February at the Urban Lounge, a private club. AGAPE Ryan Powers: Everything plus breakdancing For strange and unmentionable reasons, Ryan Powers and I met at Club Jaded one Sunday evening for this interview. … read more

The 2004-2005 season has already surpassed the highest avalanche death total since keeping track in 1951. The heavy snow conditions for the months of December and January where prone to natural and unnatural slides triggered in the backcountry. … read more

TATTOOING THE BEEHIVE (featuring an interview w/Kate Hellenbrand!!!!) It’s quite possible you may have grown up believing that tattoos were the brand of an individual on the outskirts of society. Perhaps you figured they were the mark of a sailor, biker or outlaw. But in some cultures, one’s tattoos demands a great level of respect. … read more

In a world of people that think a bowl cut and a wardrobe from Hot Topic is what punk is all about, the true essence of what the punk movement originally set out to achieve has been lost. Or has it? Not according to Salt Lake City’s hardcore punkcrust entity All Systems Fail. SLUG talked … read more

I love New York hardcore, but I hate the XXL basketball jerseys, track suits and gold chains. I love thick-neck hardcore with gnarly breakdowns, but I’m so bored of bands where the singer slowly yells “muuuthafuuucka!” in his best hard-ass voice right before the mosh part during songs about the mean streets, the crew and … read more